Then Jesus
declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry,
and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”
—John 6:35
I call it a
funk—this melancholy mood, this heavy heart I’ve been carrying around all week.
This week after Easter, after all my family members have returned to their
homes and schedules have returned to normal. Except nothing has felt normal to
me. Nothing has felt like home.
“Please pray
for me,” I asked my friends. And I prayed for myself, Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me?
hope thou in God (Psalm
42:5).
